Robby came first, nails digging into Calder’s back, gasping his name in his ear almost like his pleasure surprised him. That shocky, startled breath was Calder’s undoing, just like last time. Calder lifted himself off enough to see the evidence of Robby’s orgasm, thrusting against him until he came hard, his own cum mixing with the boy’s. He ran his fingers through it before slipping two fingers between Robby’s lips. The boy sucked them clean, teeth scraping across Calder’s skin. He kissed him deep, tasting them on Robby’s tongue before dropping his head to Robby’s shoulder. “Fuck.”
They both laid there, panting and sticky, clothes askew. Robby clung to him just like he had that day in the shower, like he was afraid Calder would run. It caused a strange ache in Calder’s chest, one he couldn’t let himself get used to. Robby could count on Calder to keep him alive and could count on him for some no strings hookups, but he couldn’t count on Calder in any personal way. He couldn’t let himself care for Calder, and he definitely couldn’t allow himself to fall for Robby. Love made Calder stupid, it got people hurt, and he couldn’t live with himself if he was the reason anything happened to Robby.
He pressed a kiss to Robby’s forehead and then rolled off and into a sitting position, reaching for the wet wipes in the top drawer and quickly cleaning up and righting his underwear before handing two to Robby. This is the part where he usually made up an excuse about work or just left to head back to his post. But he couldn’t do that. Not this time. So, he grabbed his phone to keep from having to think too much about the hazel eyes burning a hole into his back and the boy who was thinking loudly enough for Calder to almost feel ashamed of himself. Almost.
There was a text from Linc:The shit’s hit the media. It might be best to keep the kid away from the internet today. The tabloids are going crazy.
Calder clicked on Google and searched Robby’s name. Linc wasn’t kidding. The headlines were not only outlandish and incorrect but insulting.
Home Invasion Nightmare: Ex-lover of actor Elijah Dunne Accused of Murder
They couldn’t even mention Robby by name while falsely accusing him of murder? Not that the ones who did mention his name were much better.
Robby Shaw’s Downward Spiral Ends with One Dead
Kid’s Channel Star Rocked by Scandal: Angelic Robby Shaw Son of Devilish Cult Leader
The boy had been in the tabloids for weeks now, but Calder wasn’t sure if a breakup meltdown ranked anywhere near having killed a person who may or may not have been sent by your father to harm you. But the boy was stronger than Linc gave him credit for. He asked for what he wanted even when terrified. He braved a potential killer with only a cheese knife to save his dog and had come out of it without a scratch. Still, Calder would feel better if the boy wasn’t winging it in the event his father tried again. Maybe he needed to show Robby how to defend himself?
The mattress shifted behind Calder and then Robby was peering over his shoulder. Calder quickly set his phone face down on the side table, gripping Robby’s forearms and tipping his head up to kiss his lips. He narrowed his gaze. “Wow. Must be pretty bad if you’re trying to distract me with kisses when you were contemplating jumping out your own window to get away from me sixty seconds ago.”
Calder’s brows went up. “You literally say whatever pops into your head, yet you claim everything scares you?”
Robby shrugged, expression glum. “When everything scares you, what have you got to lose? You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take, right?” he mumbled.
“Life lessons from the world’s grumpiest motivational speaker,” Calder drawled with a smile.
“Mockery from a guy who thinks his dick is literally magic,” Robby said, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Calder launched himself backward, trapping Robby beneath him. “Do me a favor, angel. Stay off the internet today, okay?”
Calder’s head rose and fell as Robby took a deep breath. “That bad, huh? What are the tabloids saying today? Am I the AntiChrist? Am I secretly indoctrinating actors into Magnus Dei? Oh, God. Did they say I was getting fat?”
Calder shook his head. “Stay off the internet. I mean it.”
“Fine. Can I at least call Wyatt and Charlie and ask them to bring me some clothes? Yours all smell like paint thinner.”
Calder flipped over in one graceful move, pinning Robby beneath him. “Wow, you sound mighty ungrateful. I gave you the very shirt off my back—”
“You pulled it from your bottom drawer,” Robby corrected with a giggle.
“—off my back,” Calder continued as if he hadn’t heard the boy. “And this is the thanks I get.”
He skimmed his hands up under the shirt the boy still wore, tugging it up and off, earning an involuntary bark of laughter as his fingers snaked along his sides. Robby cut his laugh off abruptly, biting down on his lip as if he’d accidentally revealed some deep dark secret. “Are you…are you ticklish, angel face?”
“What? No.”
Calder sat up, straddling Robby’s hips. “No?”
Robby’s gaze landed somewhere over Calder’s left shoulder. “Nope. Not at all. Are you?”
Very.“Now, now. Focus. This ain’t about me. This is about you, and I think you’re a dirty, rotten liar.”
Robby’s mouth fell open, looking truly insulted. “Rude.”
Calder’s fingers skimmed along the stars at Robby’s hip bones. Once more, the boy’s teeth sank into his lower lip. He was so easy to read. So open. So afraid but always so willing. Even now. Calder teased over Robby’s sides, heart skipping as the boy giggled. “What was that?” Calder asked, tickling the boy until he was squirming and breathless with laughter, hands wrapped around Calder’s wrists in a half-hearted attempt to displace them.
Calder found himself on top of Robby again, their mouths almost touching, his hands no longer at the boy’s sides but tugging at the bars through each nipple. Robby moaned against Calder’s lips. He supposed if they had to spend the day hiding from the press and ignoring the internet, there were worse ways to spend it than figuring out what Robby liked and what he didn’t. He definitely liked having his nipples played with. His hands were restlessly flexing against Calder’s back, his breath panting against Calder’s mouth. He liked where this was going. At the rate Robby was learning, maybe kitchen blowjobs were on the menu at some point in the near future.
